"Woohoo!" Peter yells as he swings over the rooftops. Man, is it nice to have his voice back. All day it had been awful. It had hurt to talk, and it hurt to hear his voice. But it had cleared up by the time he ate dinner with Aunt May after meeting the Avengers.

Yea, that's right. Peter met the Avengers. Well, all except for Thor, but Peter's not complaining. They were all so cool. AND they were excited to meet Peter. Not Spiderman, plain old nerdy Peter Parker. That's pretty amazing. Especially Captain America and Tony Stark. How cool is that?

Peter is quite happy with how his Thursday turned out. And he doesn't think that'll change, no matter what he comes up against tonight on patrol. And so far, there hasn't been much on the police scanner, which also makes Peter quite happy. He's been spending his night swinging around New York and sitting on rooftops enjoying the view. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to it: seeing the city from high up, watching the lights and the people.

Peter checks the police scanner one last time. It's 11 o'clock, and if nothing's happening tonight, he'd love to catch up on some sleep. But sure enough, not fifteen seconds after Peter checks, a call comes through notifying him that a couple of men are armed and attempting to rob a bank. Peter sighs. He can kiss his hopes of extra sleep goodbye.

Peter slings a web to the adjacent building and starts swinging to the crime. Maybe he can wrap it up quickly. That'd be nice. Not that he has much going on tomorrow except for school. But he's gone to school after a 72 hour day more times than healthy and survived to tell the tale. So whatever happens can't be too bad, right?

"Just hand over the cash. All of ya!" a gruff voiced man shouts to the terrified bank patrons and staff.

"Wallets, watches, bags, phones, all of it!" another one shouts as he points his hand gun at the bank employee. "And a couple of wads of paper from you hun."

"Not going to happen," the woman tells him. Pretty brave of her, considering she can feel the cool metal of the barrel on her forehead. Or perhaps pretty reckless.

"Oh yea?" one of the goons asks her, "whatcha gonna do about it, huh?"

"I wouldn't mess with her man," Peter drops from the ceiling next to the tallest goon of the three. "She looks like she's got one strong right hook," Peter tells him before he proceeds to throw his own, holding back as to not kill the man. The dude drops to the floor, dazed, close to passing out, and now un-armed. Peter reaches down to the hand gun, takes out the bullets before kicking it away. Better safe than sorry.

"Don't move, Spidey," another one of the goons tells him. This one has brown hair that looks like he spent over an hour styling. Yikes. Someone has way too much time on their hands. Peter's usually rushing out the door in the mornings, hair still cow-licked. And Gwen usually makes vain attempts to fix it once he gets to school. But it just can't be tamed.

"You're out-numbered, bug. Give it up. We're armed," he threatens gesturing to his companions. Yep. Real threatening. Four guys who all look like they weren't anything more than models, two awkwardly holding their guns, one passed out on the floor, and the last holding a pocket knife.

"You're right. I'm out numbered," Peter begins, putting his hands in the air. "You've got me," Peter says just as he shoots his web fluid at two thugs. He gets each one in the eyes, blinding and distracting them. The middle one Peter kicks in the stomach into the wall. "I should probably leave while I'm unscathed. I don't think I'd last too long against you guys," Peter says as he webs their wrists together, a sort-of makeshift handcuff he'd learned to make.

"I can only ask that you guys play nice," he says to them, shooting webbing as gags on the first two.

"We've got a message for you Spidey," the un-gagged thief smiles to Peter menacingly, stopping Peter from webbing up his mouth. "Doc Octavius and Doc Connors say hello. They hope your throat is better and can't wait to meet up with ya soon." The thief's smile grows bigger as Peter processes what he's heard. Great. Sounds like the docs are after him.

"Guess it's time I start eating more apples," Peter replies as he shoots webbing to gag the man. That's not what Peter was hoping to hear. He was hoping that they were just normal stupid thieves. Actually, that's what he assumed they were. But of course, things have got to be complicated these days. A man with metal arms and a lizard teaming up to terrorize the city as they beat up a spider. Not a pretty image.

After securing the felons, Peter walks over to the civilians, thankful to find no one hurt. Thank goodness. Sure, a few are still in their various states of terror, but they are physically fine. Lord knows the police would just blame him for their injuries.

Peter's spider sense warns him that someone's approaching, in time for him to turn around and see the woman from before rushing up to him with outstretched arms. Before Peter knows it, he's being bear hugged by a woman he's never met.

"Thank you so much Spiderman. I wasn't sure how I was going to help everyone, and you made it that I didn't have to. Lord knows the police wouldn't have been here soon enough," she thanks him with watery eyes. Peter's surprised.

"Oh, uh, just, doing what needs to be done," Peter stutters. He's never gotten a positive reaction like this before. And Peter must say, it's a nice change of pace. He appreciates it. And before Peter knows it, the rest of the patrons and employees begin to give their thanks to Spiderman from a distance. Peter's shocked. He's never gotten this much positive reinforcement. Wow.

But, just to ruin Peter's good night, police sirens begin to ring from the street. Great. The police just love finding Spiderman at a crime scene.

"Sorry guys, gotta go," Peter salutes the crowd and jumps to the ceiling as his spider sense tells him the police are at the door. Surveying his surroundings, Peter finds a window and quickly crawls to it.

"Stop right there, Spiderman!" a policeman shouts from behind him. Peter's so close to the window that he ignores the man's order and launches himself out and onto the pavement. Thank goodness the bank was only one level. Peter takes off running, slings a web to a nearby building, and swings away, hearing and sensing the bullets fired at him by the police. He dodges them and gets away unscathed. Despite the police showing up, his Thursday is still pretty awesome.

Peter stumbles into his bedroom, exhausted. He patrolled for about three extra hours after stopping those robbers and escaping the cops. Yea, he was successful and it did feel good helping people, but Peter's simply so exhausted that he doesn't want to do anything but sleep. For about ten hours. Minimum.

Peter keeps mulling over what the thieves told him. Doc Octavius (man, does that guy need a supervillian name) and the Lizard are waiting for him. Peter thought that they'd be caught soon by the police, or that they'd just give up. Guess it was too wishful of thinking. But hey, a guy can dream.

Were they baiting him with those goons? Or was he played? Maybe they were studying him? Those idiots didn't seem able to analyze his fighting style. Oh no. Were the security cameras hacked by the docs? Peter didn't check for those. And it could've been the reason why his spider sense was on a low alert the entire time in the bank. Peter just assumed that it was because of the thieves. And it may have been.

Ugh this is too much to think about at 2:30 am. So Peter strips off his spandex Spiderman suit and stows it away in the bottom of his book bag. He throws on a clean pair of boxers and dives under the covers quietly, as to not wake up Aunt May. He'd hate to wake her up by being loud. For both of their sakes.

Tomorrow's Friday. Can't be all that bad. He'll be in Tony Stark's lab again Tuesday. That's only four days to get through. He can do that, right? Four days. Four days until he sees all of the Avengers again.

Sorry about this guys. I wrote a freaking amazing chapter a few days ago and thanks to crappy wifi, it didn't save when I hit the save button. And trying to retype everything to my memory and knowing it won't be as good as before is so defeating that I didn't do much at all. So I ended up changing what I was going to write completely, taking the deletion as a sign that I was moving things too quickly and in the wrong direction. So this chapter's not my favorite, but I'm really pumped for the next! Hint: Peter'll be back at Avengers Tower! AHH!
Let me know what you think. Please review! And just hold on for the next chapter before you abandon me here.

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Dopamine Lover